The Ballad Of A Star Seed Poem by Tristian Ford

A Ballad of a Star Seed is wakeful
Being away from its home is a tragedy
It's faced many defeats in this life
Seldom is it sweet
Still, It's never let the Soul meet defeat

Reflecting the solemn and unfathomable stars
Quivering with restrained grief
How did home get so far away from me?

One's nostalgic reminiscences echoed yesterday,
-Freedom Fighter-
Tonight, It only envisions the before and afterlife
Tomorrow, it's fighting to be free
Remorselessly swept into absolute oblivion
Rehabilitated and restored to exalted dignity
Freedom to roam amongst one's noble lineage
Separation from vast conflicting directions of disunity
The Soul ponders on its rightful place in
Absolute Unity

Reflecting the solemn and unfathomable stars
Quivering with restrained grief
How did home get so far away from me?

Grasping the words of the winds yesterday,
Murmuring
-Follow through with your purpose and his dreams-
Then one's Spirit
Surrendered to an exceptional sense of peace
Tonight, beset against the blows
It envisions war as the only way to leave

Reflecting the solemn and unfathomable stars
Quivering with restrained grief
How did home get so far away from me?

A Ballad of a Star Seed is wakeful
How many more battles before it goes?
Destructive power confrontations
Absolute power
To akin- assuaging the thirst of the Soul
The flesh has high hopes of growing the oldest old
The seed hopes it's its anticipation,
And not his blood,
That has painted the world in rose

-Tristian L.F. Ford